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I do this thing in the bath, I plug my nose and curl up under water, on my back and my knees to my chest, so I don't float to the top. I recently discovered I can cover my eyes so light doesn't shine through my lids. It's like sensory deprivation. I don't strain too much--well, sometimes I do, but not these days--and sometimes I curl into the fetal position. I don't ever feel any kind of spiritual womb rebirthing thing, but for a few moments after I resurface, my mind is clear as my senses adjust once again to the stimulation they so love/hate/never don't have. And as my mind is never clear, that's pretty nice.
"I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again. I woke at intervals until... the intervals of waking tipped the scales, and I was more often awake than not. I noticed this process of waking, and predicted with terrifying logic that one of these years not far away I would be awake continuously and never slip back, and never be free of myself again." (Annie Dillard, An American Childhood)
"I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again. I woke at intervals until... the intervals of waking tipped the scales, and I was more often awake than not. I noticed this process of waking, and predicted with terrifying logic that one of these years not far away I would be awake continuously and never slip back, and never be free of myself again." (Annie Dillard, An American Childhood)